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The Forgotten Wolf (The Tears of Odin)
'In a night of western wind and cold mountain rain
I dream of home country
I especially miss you who I have not seen
Separation is hard but we endure it
When will the war end
And the victors and losers cease to matter
Time draws near yet tears persist
The world is new but the beautiful woman has grown old
Endure the separation
I cannot endure it yet we must part
I ask the birds to fly south
But where to send my message
Beauty fades
Time will change
But this love will go on'
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Counterbalance
Peyton's gaze settled on him, and he could feel her sympathy like radioactive waves.
He kept his eyes on the table in front of him, recalling the bone-jarring sensation in his chest from the woman's heart-wrenching story even after all this time. "I didn't ask how he died, and really, it didn't matter. He'd fought for our country, witnessed unimaginable horrors, only to come home and be left by the wayside. It got me thinking of ways to better track veterans to get them the help they need, and we shifted focus at Gaines Industries to do just that."
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My Love for the Bad Alpha
-I nod, passing by him to observe the people sheltered in the gym by the second floor leaning on the wall-his father would be proud.
- The opinion and state of mind of absentees and non-participants are not relevant to me - I shrug, speaking with serenity and without taking my eyes off the wounded - I congratulate and honor the participation of the victory - The eye over my shoulder seeing that he keeps himself in good condition - Of course, if he didn't stay hidden waiting for the smoke to clear and the newbies to kill themselves - He laughed.
- I am a veteran, even though I am already tired of fights, I will defend my people until all the air in my lungs disappears. I'm loyal to him.
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LOVE ON A LUXURY BUS
The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused.
There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...
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The Wolf’s Bride
Andrius replied immediately, “Dr. Artemis, I’m not too busy now. What is it?”
“Actually… I am trying to make some special medicine for the veterans. It is to help them relieve their pain, physically and mentally. However, I have limited knowledge of the prescription, and I might not be able to include all the symptoms. I wonder if you can lend me your knowledge and come up with some recommendations.
“Then, we can combine our prescription, and the veterans can feel better.”
Andrius’ expression turned serious.
The veterans sweated and bled for their nation and people, and they had suffered irreversible damage to their bodies.
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Beneath The Scars
Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life.
Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.
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Abnormally Normal
I storm out
Why won't anyone believe me, I have a real life vampires blood
Arrg! after everything I went through, still just insults
I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid
A Last Word
by Ernest Dowson
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
The day is overworn, the birds all flown;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;
Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,
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The Wolf's Mate, Vampire's Bride (Against All Odds Duology)
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this poem was written in reference to Neema.
But how could that be? This poem was written over forty years ago! How could Vandal even talk about Neema when he wasn’t even born back then?
“Think Trisha!” I rubbed at my temples. “This is big. Vandal doesn’t have his logo on all these poems. There has to be something special about this poem.”
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The Omega's Crown
It was a small volume of poems by a writer named Olaren the Younger, who had lived two hundred years ago at the edge of the eastern continent and had written about water and waiting.
The book had been lost in the fire.
She had been trying to remember the poems ever since.
She recited two for me. The ones she could remember most of. They were simple. They were about a river going past a stone. They were the kind of poems a man read when he had spent his life ruling a founder pack and needed a quiet thing at the end of the day.
I wrote the poems down.
I wrote them on a clean page in my study. I added them to the drawer where I kept Mira's letters and my father's last note.
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Stories by Irene
Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life.
Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.
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Frequently Asked Questions
Finding free poetry online feels like stumbling upon hidden treasure sometimes! For 'Dulce et Decorum Est' and other classics, Project Gutenberg is my go-to—they’ve got a massive collection of public domain works, including Wilfred Owen’s haunting war poems. The site’s straightforward, no-fuss layout makes it easy to dive right into the verses.
If you’re into audio, Librivox offers free recordings of public domain poetry, read by volunteers. It’s a cool way to experience the rhythm of Owen’s words. Also, the Poetry Foundation’s website is a goldmine; they host modern and classic poems with crisp formatting. Just typing 'Dulce et Decorum Est' into their search bar pulls up the poem alongside analysis—super handy for deeper dives. I love how these resources keep poetry accessible.
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